Scream 7 should be Gale's story
I am opposed of continuing Scream in any shape or form after how Melissa was treated and I especially see no point in bringing Sidney back since her story was essentially finished in Scream 3.
But if I had to while Melissa is killing it in Abigail and then bring Melissa and the Core 4 back after the rights are sold to Radio Silence, because FUCK SPYGLASS. I would center the movie around Gale, not Sidney.
The movie would be about Ghostface targeting Gale because she's had it coming for years. It's Gale's past coming back to haunt her.
Gale has lived and profited off these murders for years, it would be karma for her to be the target of a serial killer over her stories and be the main character.
You know there is a bit in the Scream VI script I really wish they kept in, but with the context of Gale being the prime target, it fits so much better.
"you’ve been in my life so fucking long,” she tells Ghostface. “I made you. And you made me.” After another beat, she says, “You want to try and finish this? Go ahead if you’ve got the guts.”
These are Ghostfaces I could forsee
Ghostface 1. We'd find out this is a rival reporter that Gale fucked over in her cut throat reporter days to get the Woodsboro gig that started it all.
Ghostfaces 2-5.Parents of victims of Ghostface's victims and parents against and disgusted by the exploitation of True Crime and how much Gale has profited over the murders throughout the years.
Said parents of victims could be
Parents of Casey Becker
Leslie Macher
Mother of against the exploitation of True Crime
Now I know Gale's fate seems bleak, but she would have help. Jennifer Jolie and Kirby Reed would be there to back her up.
It's not perfect, but in all honesty, what can you do with Sidney? Her story is over and she got her happy ending. She's married and has kids and learned to live with her mom's affairs and trauma and her own trauma. Yes a Ghostface hunting her family has potential, but is it really worth it? That's why I suggest it being Gale's story since she has SO MUCH skeletons in her closet and her past coming back to haunt
Like I said, Scream 7 should flop if there are no overtures and apologies to Melissa Barrera. Neve can go fuck herself and I can only hope Courtney asked Melissa for an okay to do the movie because she feels like she has integrity and she famously rallied together with the rest of her cast on Friends to make sure they weren’t treated the way Spyglass has treated Melissa.
So yeah. Scream 7 shouldn't happen unless the movie has Melissa's blessing AFTER she was given a full throated apology and in this scenario it should be Gale's movie with her past coming back to haunt her.
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"I'll be home for Christmas"
summary: Kid Stu waiting for his parents to come home for Christmas.
Word count: 1221
It was going to be Christmas Eve soon, and 8-year-old Stu Macher was not in his own home.
He was dropped off at Grandma's house a couple of days before. Mr. and Mrs. Macher had to attend a business conference across the country for work.
Stu remembered how much he cried and begged for them not to go as he clung desperately to his mother's coat.
Mom just smiled and bent over closer to meet Stu's teary eyes.
“Oh, baby,” she brushed his hair gently and tucked it behind his ear in a half attempt at comfort. “We'll be home for Christmas. Besides, you have Leslie and Grandma to spend the holidays with.”
Leslie liked to mess with him, always hogging up the TV with Tom Cruise movies whenever Scooby Doo was on. Grandma smelled like mothballs and old flowers.
Dad motioned for Mom to hurry up so as not to miss their flight.
“Cheer up, Stuart, we'll bring you back lots of gifts like always!”
He wanted them, not any dumb toys. No amount of crying will get that. He's tried lots of times.
After exchanging goodbyes with him and Leslie, they both walked out that door just like they always did.
Grandma ushered them into the living room while she fixed up some old Campbell soup. Leslie was quieter than usual as they sat down on the squeaky couch. She was not the mean older sister this time. She didn't pick on Stu as much. Maybe, even then, she knew all they had was each other.
December 24, 1988.
The dinner had just wrapped up. Nothing too extravagant. Just some turkey, ham, and other side dishes. Stu wasn't hungry. He was pretty sure Leslie wasn't either. They all sat in silence at the dinner table with the occasional question from Grandma on how school was going and if Leslie liked any boys yet.
The night dragged on painfully. Leslie took out an old game of Monopoly. Between each couple of turns, Stu would ask Grandma if his parents were getting back yet.
She just smiled and said not yet before going back to her knitting.
“I don't know why you just expect them to magically appear. They never do.” Leslie groaned as her puzzle piece returned to jail for the 5th time that game.
“'Cause it's Christmas.” Every child wants their parents home for Christmas or at least have the illusion of that comfort.
“Yeah, well, I don't believe in Christmas miracle, Stuey.“
The game carried out in mostly silence until the phone rang.
“Stuart. Leslie. It's your parents!”
Stu ran to the phone, almost knocking a vase to the floor.
“Hey, munchkin, it's Mom.” Her voice was tired, but then again, she was always tired after work.
“Mom! Dad! Are you coming home yet?” Stu's face lit up hearing his mom on the other end. There came a pause before quiet whispering from the other end.
“Sweetie, I don't think we'll be home for Christmas —"
“But you promised!”
“I know, but there's—”
“But Mom—”
“Stuart.” Her voice was stern. There was no attempt at comfort. “Mom and Dad are stuck in New York right now because all the flights are delayed. We'll be back when the snow clears. Understood?”
“Yes, Mom.” Stu didn't like it when she raised her voice at him. It made him feel small and weak. She always said he was far too sensitive.
“Good. Now pass the phone to your sister. I want to talk with her too.”
Stu passed the phone to Leslie before slowly making it back to the living room, kicking at the carpet. Grandma left the radio on. It was that dumb old-timey song.
“I'll be home for Christmas”
Yeah well, that's just not true. Mom and Dad were nothing but dumb liars. They were dumb and stupid for getting his hopes up again. But they promised. They promised they'd be home this time. They really promised.
Stu just wanted to grab that radio and smash it into the wall. Oh, it was tempting. But, alas, he just let himself sink into the sofa. Maybe if he closed his eyes and pretended his mom and dad were back, it would be real.
A small hand on his shoulder shook him awake. Long blonde hair tickled at his forehead. It was Leslie.
“Come on, Stuey, it's time for bed.”
He opened his mouth to interject but was hushed before he could say anything.
“No buts, let's get you to bed.” Her voice was soft like Mom's,but it was real and genuine.
With fuzzy socks, they crept up and up the creaky staircase. The entire house was creaky, even spookier at night when no light was on. Thankfully, the glow of the Christmas tree kept the creepiness away.
But the spare bedroom they slept in had no Christmas trees, no night lights to keep away the monsters. Stu couldn't sleep. How can anyone sleep you're in a strange and dark bedroom and all you want is for your parents to come home?
He couldn't wake Leslie up. She slept like a rock if indicative of her loud snoring from the other bed. He had to go down to the living room. At least there were lights there.
He mustered up the courage to get out of bed, creep down the creaky staircase, and ran all the way to the living room. The warm glow of the tree illuminated the entire living room. It felt nice. Stu could almost pretend he was home.
He looked in the stockings, but there weren't any gifts or coal left behind. Santa Claus didn't come just like his parents. Did his sleigh get delayed in New York like them?
Stu looked through the gifts wrapped up in colorful paper and pretty bows. He did not care. There was no Mom or Dad there to get after him.
None caught his attention except for a small red box with a not-so-perfect yellow Bow. He quickly grabbed it to see who it was for and who it was from.
It was for him from... Billy! His eyes light up brighter than the lights above him. Small little hands worked fast to unwrap the bow to see what was inside.
It was a simple copy of Halloween. The two boys had sneaked off into Billy's basement to watch it a couple of months ago. Stu wasn't allowed to watch scary movies; his mom thought they were improper. What if they were really scary? But Billy reassured him it was fine, that he and his cousins watched it many times. They weren't scared so Stu shouldn't be scared either. That made sense. Billy always made sense.
Sure enough, he was right! Stu loved the movie. He loved Michael Myers but not as much as Billy did. Either way, he was glad he had someone to have fun with — someone who'd understand.
And so there it was, his very own copy of Halloween. It was nothing overly expensive like any of the gifts his parents got him, but it meant so much more to him.
He'd love that overplayed tape until he died — even until he became one of the monsters in the dark that he was so scared of.
But even monsters under the bed crave a good Hollywood Christmas.
Just a little something to get back into writing. :) hope y'all enjoyed.
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